89. Just keep that number in your head for a moment. Okay, so those of you who have been to our apartment know that it stays quite warm through the whole year. I don't know if it's because we're on the second floor or because it's insulated too much or because we're actually living directly above hell. One way or the other, it's hot. So we look forward to cool weather so that we can open the windows and patio door and get some fresh air. So tonight Chase and I are sitting here on the couch reading - well I was reading US magazine and Chase was reading it over my shoulder, which, as a Kilgore, I cannot abide so I gave him his own copy. Anyway, we began to realize that it was hot as blazes. Seriously, hot as an actual blaze on an actual fire. So I put my hand by the vent to see if the heat was on. It wasn't just warm, it was hot. So I check out the thermostat. 89 degrees. And our thermostat usually reads a bit lower than it actually is, so I'm guessing our apartment is somewhere in the 90's as we speak. Clearly this is the work of Cameron T. Rawlins. Thanks, Cam.